Matthew Edan Oliver Palma (February 2,1975 / Pateros, Rizal)
They are our second parents...
our bad behavior deterrents...
sometimes they're truly scary...
but most times they're sweet as cherry...
they are our true best friends...
adapting to our fads and trends...
most times they tend to overdo it...
but it's all for our sake and benefit...
they are our mind's keeper...
our dedicated character molder...
each time we're in their presence...
we partake in each other's quintessence...
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